New Release! Hoaley War: Book 4 Hoale Construction Mysteries


Sometimes the past rises up to bite you in the butt, and you never see it coming!

Adam and the gang are rehabbing an old church when they come across a tunnel they believe might have been part of the historic underground railroad. The two corpses they find lying in the tunnel transform the event from one of historical significance to recent tragedy. The investigation for how the two recently murdered people got into that tunnel leads Adam and the gang through a hair-raising series of events that will affect them for a long time, in ways they could never have imagined. Will Adam’s nosiness finally cause irreparable harm to one of the gang? Or will they rise above the tragedies they uncover, and come together in love and forgiveness, becoming all the stronger for it?


The lantern formed dancing arcs on the walls, bringing every niche, every indentation into stark relief. Adam stopped a few feet away from the taped-off entrance to the tunnel and held the light up so that it illuminated the ragged opening and turned the velvet black of the area beyond the entrance to charcoal gray.

Nobody spoke for several beats. Each of them no doubt reconsidering his or her reasons for being there. Adam could almost hear the collective gulp at the eerie picture before them. “It’s not too late to back out.”

The brief silence gave him hope. Maybe Mink and Rosie had come to their senses. But then the sound of creaking rubber intruded on the silence and Mink stepped forward.

Adam glanced over and had to chew his lip to keep from laughing. “I can’t believe you’re wearing that getup, Mink.”

His friend’s head snapped around but the oversized fireman’s helmet he was wearing didn’t turn with it, so he was looking out of the side, his gaze dark pools in the low light. He looked like an eight year old wearing his father’s hat. “Why not? It’s perfect.” He knocked on the helmet with a small fist and the concussion made the thing roll slightly sideways, so that the light on top veered toward a spot just to the side of the tunnel opening but not quite where Mink was looking. “Bats can’t get to me…” He tugged on the oversized coat that nearly touched the ground. “—and if anything furry comes at me it will have to chew through the coat and the waders underneath.” He grinned. “Giving Delf time to ride to my rescue and twist their heads off.”

Behind him, Delf snorted. “More likely the furry things will take one look at you in that outfit and run screaming for their mommies.”

Mink shrugged, obviously thinking that was an acceptable outcome.

Sighing, Adam shook his head. “Just don’t pee into your waders again. It was nasty listening to you squish your way home.”

Mink’s hands found his hips and the helmet bobbled on his head. “I didn’t pee in my waders. That was sweat you were hearing.”


Rosie suddenly moved to the front of the pack and kept going. She reached the tape and grasped it, ripping it aside.

Adam opened his mouth to tell her not to tear the police tape but it was too late. He snapped his lips shut. CC was gonna kill him. He didn’t even try to deceive himself that the cop wouldn’t know it was them. CC would know.

“Sweetie, wait for us. You don’t have a light.” Maddy hurried forward with the flashlight from her purse, its glow hardly bigger than Maddy’s fist and just about as effective.

Mink stumbled after them, tripping over the toes of his oversized rubber waders.

Delf and Adam shared a look. “You know we’re going to regret this, right?” Delf muttered.

Sighing, Adam hurried forward as Rosie stepped through the hole. He knew. In fact he was sure of it.

The air near the entrance to the tunnel still carried the sickly sweet stench of decay. Adam’s nasal passages recognized the smell underneath the moldy scent of old, wet dirt. He scanned the light of his lantern over the place where the two bodies had been. The dirt was smoother there, surrounded by bootie-softened footprints and, next to the body closest to the entrance, two unmistakable knee prints where Father Paria had knelt.

“Is that where they were?” Mink asked in a hushed tone.

“Yeah.” Adam grimaced at the memory and skimmed his light away, running it over the moist walls of the tunnel. “So this is the underground railroad tunnel, Minks. Cool, huh?”

His friend’s head bobbled on his slender neck, the light on his fireman cap dancing over the slimy rock.

“Good.” Adam turned hopefully toward the opening. “You’ve seen the tunnel. Let’s go before CC’s men come back and catch us.” He scanned a look around and saw Rosie, who’d taken herself off to a spot several feet away and was staring into the inky darkness of the tunnel. She held herself stiffly, her arms down at her sides and her fingers twitching. She seemed upset.

Mink laughed. “Nice try, Ads.” He started forward, his rubbers slapping noisily against the ground. “Come on, Delf. Let’s see if there are any artifacts in this tunnel.”

The big man reached over and grabbed Mink’s hand before he could go far, pulling him gently backward. “If we’re doing this, I’m going first.” He reached beneath his tee shirt and pulled a gun from the waistband of his jeans.

Maddy’s eyes went wide. “Holy crap, Delf. Be careful where you point that thing.”

“That’s what he said,” Mink said with a grin.



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#MySexySaturday – HELLfired, Sexy Gay Paranormal Romance


Cliff Blood is just trying to do his job. But the sexy US Marshal with fire in his eyes is making things really…hard.

Bloodhound shifter Cliff Blood is a bounty hunter with a unique ability to sniff out the bad guy. He only wants to survive on Earth long enough to return to his home planet of Eninac. But when Cliff’s boss is implicated in a bonding scam, Cliff nearly gets burned trying to run interference with sexy Deputy US Marshal Falen Scott. And Marshal Scott has his own secrets — along with a fiery attraction that Cliff is trying his best not to share.

4.5 Nymphs from Literary Nymphs Reviews Only! 

“…the second book in the Blood-Hound series. The exceptionally enjoyable short story plot is packed with plenty of action, a mystery and some very interesting characters. Falen and Cliff’s shared intimacies along with their investigative skills make them an invincible team.” 


His stomach twisted in shock when he opened the door to find Marshal Scott standing there looking yummy and unrumpled, despite the late — or early — hour. “Marshal. Unless you’re here to arrest me, this is going to have to wait until tomorrow.”

Falen stepped forward, forcing Cliff back. “Then I guess you’re under arrest.”

Cliff sighed, stepping out of the way to allow the tall, auburn-haired god to enter. Exhausted though he was, Cliff didn’t miss the delectable view as Scott passed by, either coming or going. Marshal Scott might be a consummate jerk, but the man had a first-class ass and a truly stupendous pair of pecs.

Cliff licked his lips, feeling his weariness slide away. Closing the door, he stepped into the marshal’s space in a deliberate attempt to unnerve him. “Can I get you a beer or something?”

Scott’s shoulders stiffened noticeably. There was a pulse of tense silence between them as the other man’s heated gaze slipped down Cliff’s damp chest to the towel he held around his hips. Cliff thought Scott might have made a small sound of pain as he took in Cliff’s “fresh from the shower” condition.

To Cliff’s surprise, Scott shook his head and reached for Cliff, dragging him close. “No beer. But I’ll definitely take the something.”

Falen’s lips captured his, and Cliff’s world tilted dangerously. The marshal’s soft mouth moved insistently on Cliff’s, his tongue pressing for entrance. Cliff resisted for a fraction of a second, realizing the complications a relationship between them would create, but it had been months since he’d wanted another man, and he wasn’t in the mood to be reasonable. He opened his lips and welcomed Falen’s hot tongue in to dance with his. The other man tasted of liquid courage in the form of a really good Scotch.



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Monday Musings – Shit’s Gettin’ Real Now!

We knew we shouldn’t do it. we told ourselves not to get cocky. But we did it anyway. Every day of dry ground, warm temps and sunshine was like an extra french fry in the bag…a thirteenth brownie in the box…a gift from the weather gods. Alas, just when we thought we had this icy thing called “Winter” licked, it whipped around and bit us right in the ass.

So, old man Winter…day after day of ridiculously frigid temps and snow up to my knees isn’t enough? No trash pickup for days didn’t do it for you? Kids out of school for weeks isn’t torture enough? Dogs piddling in the house rather than face your icy, menacing breath? You didn’t think that was enough torture? No. Now I hear you’re extending the abuse for several more days. Well…I’ve had it. I’m done. I’m just not going to participate anymore. As of right now, it’s Spring.

I don’t see your snowy beard or feel your icy breath. You are green and warm and little birdies are singing.

You can’t break me.

I’ll just dive right into the delusions that help me make a living.

So there.

Shit’s real now, isn’t it?  Yeah, I see you quaking in your boots. But those boots are dry, dammit! And flowers are growing out of them.

Such pretty flowers…



Monday Musings – Love Comes in Many Flavors, Each one Worth Tasting


It’s my tagline, but it’s also true…love comes in many flavors, each one worth tasting. I take pride in representing that mindset within my books, where romance isn’t restricted by gender concerns and my stories celebrate the gift of loving the human being of your choice, not society’s dictates. In that spirit, and in honor of the recent release of two new books, Hoale Lang Syne and FairySmacked, I’m holding a Facebook event today.

Join me and some of the industry’s best LGBT authors for a day of fun, sizzling snippets and great prizes! Discover great new books and visit with a carefully-picked array of talented authors who write Gay romance in a wide range of popular genres. Check out the amazing lineup below:

11:00 – 12:00pm Declan Sands
12:00 – 1:00pm Lia Davis
1:00 – 2:00pm Kindle Alexander
2:00 – 3:00pm V. L. Locey
3:00 – 4:00pm Lucy Felthouse
4:00 – 5:00pm Renee George
5:00 – 6:00pm Taylor Brooks
6:00 – 7:00pm Rose Anderson
7:00 – 8:00pm Jenna Galicki

I hope to see you there!


#MySexySaturday FairySmacked by Declan Sands



Chasing bounties comes natural to a bloodhound shifter. Except when the bounty is a sexy earth fairy with an attitude. 

Bounty Hunter Matthew Blood is a Bloodhound shifter from the planet Eninac. Rum is an earth fairy who left the fairy mound to save some kidnapped fae. When they learn they might be pursuing the same people, they decide to join forces. Unfortunately, Blood soon discovers that fairy dust isn’t the only addictive thing about a fairy!

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“I absolutely adored this book. It was funny, smoldering hot and kept me on the edge of my seat as I flipped the pages, hoping Rum and Matthew would be able to find the missing fairies. Declan Sands is a talented storyteller who packs a lot in this story but also doesn’t overkill with lots of telling instead of showing. The story flows smoothly, the simmering sexual tension between Matthew and Rum is quite hot and some of the phrases, such as fairy smacked, left me giggling at times. This is a fast paced story that will keep you highly entertained.”


Matt closed his eyes, laid his head back against the pine needles and waited, holding his breath. The whisper of a touch danced across the head of his shaft, tasting and then flitting away. A darting touch slipped inside the tender slit, teasing.

Matt went rigid with need, clenched in the taut agony of expectation. His breath locked in his lungs. His hands folded into fists. At last, bliss, in the form of a heated mouth and the most exquisite lips, descended over his cock, enveloping it in moist heat. The lips gripped him like a firm hand, slipping over his rigid flesh with a lubricated touch that eased and glided.

He forced himself to breathe. Slipping his hands into the silk of the other man’s hair, he held him in place, moaning his encouragement.

His cock thickened, grew impossibly hard, his balls tucking up beneath it, so full they hurt. His release built and tensed beneath his skin, his muscles tightening. His nipples tingled. His chest stilled. Light burst behind his lids as emotion turned to physical sensation and rolled him.



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Declan Sands writes romantic paranormal/fantasy and mystery/suspense, creating stories that celebrate the joy of love in all its forms. Known for writing great characters, snappy dialogue, and unique and exhilarating stories, Declan is the award-winning author of 50+ books and has been writing for over a decade under several noms de plume.


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Tuesday Taste – Hoale Lang Syne



It’s HERE!

In with the new and out with the old? Sometimes new things come with old vendettas.

A deadly game of cat and mouse has made Adam realize someone sees him as the cheese. And that same someone is setting a trap that could put an end to Adam’s love life issues…once and for all.


“Stalked? From one box on your porch you jump right to stalked?” He stepped closer and Adam’s body tilted incrementally toward his, reveling in his delicious heat. “Tell me the rest.”

“It isn’t…”


“Good god, you’re pushy,” Adam groused.

For the first time since he’d arrived on Dirk’s doorstep, his ex-lover appeared on the verge of a smile. “Just tell me the whole story and I won’t have to keep insisting.”

Sighing, Adam lifted his hands in surrender. “Somebody kissed me on New Year’s eve…”

The tender beginnings of Dirk’s smile vanished. “Is that why you broke it off with me?”

“No. Oh god, no. I’m sorry, Dirk. It’s just not that simple.”

“Please! Stop telling me you’re sorry. We’re both sorry.” He flung a hand toward Maddy. “She’s sorry. Walter’s sorry. The whole fucking world is fucking sorry that we broke up. But that doesn’t change the fact that I feel like I’ve been hit by a fucking train, Adam. It doesn’t change the fact that my stomach is so twisted in knots that I can’t eat, I can barely swallow, and forget sleep…” He stopped, his whole body trembling.

Adam lifted a hand in Dirk’s direction and then let it fall, unwilling to touch him for fear if he did there’d be no going back. He’d just pull Dirk into his arms and never let him go again. “I’m so…”

“Oh god, Adam!”



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#MySexySaturday Hoale Lang Syne – January 23, 2015!


In with the new and out with the old? Sometimes new things come with old vendettas.

A deadly game of cat and mouse has made Adam realize someone sees him as the cheese. And that same someone is setting a trap that could put an end to Adam’s love life issues…once and for all.


Music throbbed on the air like an audible sex act…no doubt tightening the sexual core of every living being in the place. A giant disco ball spun in dizzying circles high above the dance floor, sending fractured silver light around the room like elusive confetti.

It was a night filled with the promise of tomorrow. An evening taut with sensual innuendo. And as midnight pounded nearer with each bass beat of the music, lovers pressed ever closer, their lips a breath away in readiness for the intersection of one year with another. The moments sparkled with expectation…throbbed with promise.

And he was outside it all…lonely…immensely sad…and feeling aggressive in his aloneness. Still, he anticipated the new year like everybody else, determined to make the changes necessary to get what he wanted…needed…in his life. He viewed it as his pivot point. It was the moment when he got his life in order. And he was willing to do whatever it took to make the pivot happen.

Anything at all.

His gaze slipped toward the long, padded benches along the wall. To the figure standing just beyond the spray of silver light. He watched as the lean, muscular form straightened away from the wall, the dark head lifting to observe the swirling silver globe in anticipation of its descent.

He stared, licking suddenly dry lips. He was so close to happiness. All he needed to do was reach for it. And he was determined that he would make that reach. He was thirty seconds from embracing his destiny.

With that thought pulsing inside his mind, he pushed away from the bar and stalked toward the lone figure on the edges of the festivities, shoving a path through the mindless masses to get to him. The man he loved more than life itself.

His future.

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